Finally Friday.

MckMama's post last night was a review of her day yesterday. It got me to thinking about mine.

i spent the day trying FRS - think Lance Armstrong
my therapist thought i was hopped up on something
then she made me cry
the FRS was pretty much a downer after that

Truth be told my session yesterday pretty much left me a basket case the rest of the day. I hate that. It's like going to massage session feeling good and then the masseuse finds all sorts of sore spots.

It makes me want to run away to be by myself somewhere. Somewhere that no one else knows about. Somewhere that my feelings could get lost in the beauty of my surroundings. Somewhere that my feelings could live and not follow me home. Maybe here...